The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-10-02

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THE scoundrel" stormed Mr.. Levi, with
several strong aud effective adjectives
I'm trace him, I'll hunt him down. if |
spend every penny | have IN the world.
Find him, Bolton, and will make your for
tune"
Mr.. Bolton did his BEST and it was usally
a very good best He traced him first to
London, then to Paris, then to run, and
thus across the Spanish frontier, beyond
which it was, of course, useless to follow
him. The celebrated detective therefore re-
turned to Liverpool, batfled and conSidera-
bly, crestfallen, and presented himself once
again in Messrs. Levi & Co.'S office, and
with unwelcome tidings.
"Follow him through Spain; drag him
back by force-drag him to the dock" al
most screamed Mr.. Levi.
"DockF echoed Mr.. Skimp, family.
Mr.. Dorrell and Mr.. Bolton, between them,
concocted a subtler plan, which was finally
adopted.
"Spare no expense" were Mr.. Dorrells
last words to the detective. We give you
carte btdnche-but, bring him back with
you!"
Il will do my best, said Mr.. Bolton, and
bowed himself out
Two men,were lounging, one hot August
evening, on the veranda of the Fonda Ala
media, at Malaga. Both were smoking, and
from their conversation they were evidently
recent acquaintance.
YES the elder of the two men was say
ing with strong American twang, Pm
travelling for pleasure. I've made pretty
tall sum in mining, and l mean to enjoy
myself. Intend running pretty we'll over
Europe during the next month. | don't
take sudden fancies, now, as rule, he went
on, but I've taken fancy to you. | like
your sort. What did you say your name
VASE
81 didn't say" answered the other, in
clear high-bred tones; but my name is
Frederick Steyne."
THANK you. Mine is Kemp-Josiah
Washington Kemp-at your service. Here's
my card. You are an Englishman, calcu
latep'
Eyes. You are an American, pre-
sume@
That's So" returned the other, sticking
his thumbs in the armholes of his waist
coat "Josah Washington Kemp, of New
York city, United States guess you are
travelling for pleasure, too, Mr. Steyne!'
well, no." said the person addressed,
carefully selecting fresh cigar; Il am
only here on little matter of business. A
relative of mine-an uncle, in fact-died
here lately, and left me a small fortune [
thought of starting business either here or
in Seville"
Mr.. Steyne's blue eyes, as he spoke, looked
clear and guileless as a childs. He was
tall, well-made man, with a short, fair
beard and heavy, fair moustache. His
manners were exceedingly winning; his
hands were slender and white, with tilbert
nails
His companion was tall, too, but stoutish
and dark with a clean-shaved lip and jaw,
and a pointed black beard. He looked at
Mr.. Steyne attentively as that gentleman
monchalantly lit his cigar. He admired
the perfect repose of his manners-his
utter tranquility and self-possessiOr. So
very English
81 feel we are going TO be friends" he
said, as Mr.. Steyne handed him cigar
from an exquisiteiy mounted case. 'pm
sorry now we didn't get to know each
other sooner I've been here for three
days"
Then he went on to give his companion a
frank and rambling account of his life
pile Altogether he was very communi-
cative
And Mr. Steyne soon became confidential,
too, telling how he had come out to Spain
six years before, how he had lived for the
last three years in extreme poverty and
ill-health, and how thankfully he had
hailed the small windfall which had lately
befallen him He spoke, too, in affecting
terms of a much-beloved younger brother
who had died of cholera the preceding sum-
mer, and whose death had been an acute
and terrible grief to him.
''You haven't been in England lately,
| supposeW said Mr. Kemp, looking at
tentively at a very pretty little Spanish
girl who was crossing the street be-
low
''Oh. no." replied the other. 81 have not
seen England since left it six years ago
| hadn't the means, even if | had wished
it. Beside, have no longer any interests
there
AS he spoke he f1icked the ashes from off
his cigar and sighed.
"Ahm said the American.
They talked on Indifferent subjects until
the clock struck eleven, then they parted for
the night.
AS the days went on they became fast
friends apparently, and one was rarely seen
without the other.
Look here Steyne, my boy" said Mr..
Kemp one afternoon as they sat in the shady
veranda, Il have an ideaW
"Surely-for Mr.. Kemp-that is nothing
uncommon observed Mr.. Steyne, with
courteous smile.
'rve been thinking" went on Mr.. Kemp
'You say you have never seen much OF Mad
rid. Neither have |; and guess it's an in
teresting little place Why shouldn't we
take run up there together; not straight
up, but doing all the places of interest on
the wayH
MY dear sir" said Mr.. Steyne, blowinga
tiny curl of smoke into the air as he spoke,
''you have misunderstood me, | fear. The
little sum my uncle left me, though for
tune to me- does not admit of such extrava
gance as you mention. Much as | should
enjoy the trip
Pooh :" broke in the other, brusquely,
''don't have any nonsense Ny dear Fred,
excuse my calIiag you Fred; you're so like
friend ! once had | can't look on you as
stranger-I've more money than | know
what to do with. Let me do the thing-l
guess you'll be doing ME a favor, it's fiat
enough travelling alone, and tell You don't
know when I've felt so drawn to any one be-
fore. That's sol"
Mr.. Steyne at this moment was leaning
his elbow upon the back OF his chair; his
clear eyes fixed unwaveringly on the
eager, good-natured face of his companion.
1t was an intense, penetrating gaze, and
the American, after a second or two, said
with not unnatural surprise
"What are you looking atW
81 was trying to remember who you re-
minded me Of" said the other Il know
now. "
Mr.. Kemp poured out full glass of Man
zanilia, and took long drink before he
spoke.
''Yes7" he said then, interrogatively
1T was up in Santander,n went on
Steyne, dreamily. "a man was killed there